The star-dock was aged, the design only a few decades out of date and visible from the old trend of when people were more daring, willing to take risks, and there was good economics in order to build the thing. Now, it was a screaming sign of pending need for updating. The frequent visitors to the section called it "the retrofit" with an emphasis on "retro." It also looked as if it had not been cleaned save for the occasional sterilization or the floor cleaning robot that visited once a week. Brown stains on the drab walls, the occasional scorch mark, and long scrapes through the sealant and to the metal left ample evidence of a lack of pride in the work area. This was where the ships waited for service or the return of their crews. There was no grand view, no promenade, no viewing deck. Just a static security camera displaying on a visa-screen, and a closed airlock. (For security and safety precautions.)

The station airlock opened with a "woosh," however, the Dwarf hesitated and then groaned open like an old man complaining of having to stand from his comfy chair. Not that the craft was particularly old, but the years had not been kind. Immediately on the other side, the radiation detector sounded shortly as the door closed behind the group. Apparently it was a common bug in the system.

Their ears were met by a clattering and clanking, that was a relief to find that it was only Pip and not another equipment failure. She was carrying far more than she could really hold and dropping things as she made her way along. It was a random assortment so chaotic that you could imagine she had been dumpster diving.

[color=lime]"Look at all this cool stuff I found in the dumpster!"[/color] She excitedly explained.